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"Tick tock..." A drop of rain in the delicate as ceramic tile brick "tick......" , and is a drop of rain, is not anxious not to knock tile sound, melodious, presumably, that "Yu Zhu Falls Silver" also just so so, but, it never like ancient downtown hall on millions of bells ensemble Zhuang Zhongshe Rong, clearly is like that of the delicate and lively
Drizzle such as silk, slowly woven into a layer of the huge white gauze Dr Reborn, the people and things are covered in the meantime, misty shadows, shadows of the leaves, a vague, indistinct, could not see, the mood, like a pair of dense ink painting. Between trance, I seem to see a woman in the rain to rise and dance in a happy mood, her sleeves up, down, sideways, rotating, review, eyebrow in the smiling. Her lithe body, temperament elegant steps, Zoran
But, the next moment, the breeze rolled up, that person would not see, only broken strand of pearls a rolled in the dust
I hold the umbrella, listening to the rain black slate issued a "Ding Ding Dong" sound, slowly walk on.
Full use of dew on the leaves, increasingly green, the color, like drops of water. Pear stained with a little rain, love attitude. The growth of all things on the occasion, listen with bated breath, the distance seems to be came the melodious ancient bell sound, and suddenly into my mind, tracts, narcissus.
The rain, the distant lighthouse far brighter, reflects the dark yellow light, warm and peaceful.
The scene in the rain a little more clearly.
The wind blew the leaves of willow wicker, dance with the wind, to cast a shadow. The nose is the fragrance of the soil, plant fragrance, the taste of water molecules, in hindsight, Dr Reborn the whole people are refreshed up.
Slowly, the rain began to turn small, trail is almost invisible to the naked eye, can only feel the granular texture of skin to upload, gentle and soft, comfortable. Through the hazy white gauze, my thoughts right back to the very distant past -- -- who is that a Su Yi in the light dial string, who is standing in the battlefield exclamation between the mountains and rivers, who sat on the high wall looked at the distance, who is a military uniform The enemy approached the walls.
The night blowing, reed sound cold, as if even the air became cold chill up
No, no, I think there must be other what, and what? Perhaps, and the shadows of deep water, the gurgling, song hidden around the mountain, the stone steps on the green moss Slowly, in you imperceptibly, night, already very deep, the black sand, paint very uniform in the sky.
I drifted off that God, who house of flowers, the flower falls whose home, who was smiling, who in such rainy day sunny day.
I am steady steady hands umbrella, look increasingly blurred in front of, want to turn head, set foot on the road paved with stones. Oh, it's raining, that tomorrow will be a fine day, isn't it?
Suddenly remembered a poem "pink complex containing persistent rain, catkins more to the DPRK smoke", more to the DPRK smoke, more to the DPRK smoke, Dr Reborn smoke more to be in, well, then curl of smoke